Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1887-07-06
SUNDAY SERMON.
At st. Pauls Church Giving
Words OF Encouragement
to all.
How Miles City Spent the Glor-
ious Fourth, With Men
From Other Places.
Our Churches.

Our Churches.
Notwithstanding the hot and sultry
day our churches were very well at
tended on Sunday. At 81. Pauls,
Rev, VIM. Horsfall gave very inter-
esting sermon, which seems to Us as
being applicable TO our time and con-
dinon. We give synopsis Of his re-
maIks:
God my Maker, who giveth songs In
the night. Job. xxxv, 10.
Songs in the night? What are we
to understand by this? Is not the
day brighter, more g'adsome far? The
night is season Of gloom, uncertainty
and shade, when people, for the most
part, cease from work, from each ones
little round Of duty. pleasure, care,
and give themselves up to refreshing
sleep. Then, why songs in the night?
Why not songs in the day when all
nature Is astir and men and women are
abroad or at their task, and are then,
II at any time, most given to be cheer
full and merry hearted ? We answer:
God. gives US both. He gives US not
only songs In the day; He also gives
us "songs In the night" From the
high dawn of the morning to the hour
of sunset. and beyond, the world is
full of voices and of songs. There Is
the deep bass of the ocean, the shrill
treble of the wind, the soft lullaby OF
the summer breeze, the bumming of
the humble bee. the trillinRs Of the
splashing mountain stream. And
these are some Of the day songs that
God sends to us. And the night.
when the evening shades appear, how
is It then? He makes night delight.
ful for rs. He lmparts TO it a beauty
that is pleasing indeed, though differ
ent from the beauty Of the day. He
clothes the landscape with twilight
deepening into darkness and fills it
with the melody OF many voices, so
that there is no unbearable dullness
for us. not TO make US hopeless or
afraid. The boom Of the nighthawk
O. he darts headlong through the air
In rapid, downward flight, the call Of
the partridge in the corn field, the hoot
Of the owl keeping his solitary watch
on some old tree. the rustling of the
wind through the summer leaves and
ripening grain. These are some oi
the night songs which God sends us,
and they are songs familiar and CRATE.
full TO our ears; we listen to them ~ 10
some sweet. harmonious sound; and n
we listen the shining stars In the blue
armament above seem TO twinkle with
delight, while the pale moon sends
down her silvery rays, clothing the
scene with q garish brightness and
spreading fan .astic shadows on the
ground, as she passes on her nightly
course silent messenger from God tc
0 chanseful earth, herself shrinking
lifsless orb, we look up in rapt wonder
love and praise. In the grand concer,
of nature, brethren, nothing is out o.
tune; for IL Is all Gods choir. So In
the nighttime Of mortal affection
when the soul is tempest beaten, ant
there seems no light near, no shelter
from the peltering storm Of human
ills, God grants relief; He gives III
songs. Songs in the night; H. e., HI
comforts us with the reassurinl
thought that our heaviness only en-
dureth 'or o night and JOY cometl
with the morning. Thus 1t was will
the Patriarch Job. He had been
rich man, at one Time, probably, tn
wealthiest and most .infiuentis
among his countrymen. And he wa
q god man. Not faultless. mind you
| for none are faultless. He was just al
upright, faithful, consistent servant Q
God. But he met with reverses
His property was taken from him, hi
children died and he himself was rer
dered helpless by disease, Only thre
of those who were once his friendl
acquaintances came to visit him an
they proved themselves "miserabl
oounsellors every one." They elaine
that his misfortunes were sent 10 hiI
In chastisement for his sins and tram
gressions. But though he had lo'
everything In worldly sense, he ha
not lost his faith ln God, He coui
look forward with the certain hop
that resting time would surely come
~ know that my kedeemer liveth,
be said. HE we'll knoweth the way
take and when be hath tried me
shall come forth ~ gold" Now, u
the tsxt. Elihu, o1e of Jobs thre
friends. suggests the reason why th
cry Of the unfortunate, the AFFLICTED
Is 90 ofssn left unanswered, which h